imagines

•on and off• {tim tebow}

We break up
We make up and we make love

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The restaurant was lovely. The food was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. The only thing not so lovely was my company. Tim and I had hit a rough patch in our relationship, it was obvious on our date tonight.

"Did you want something?" Tim asked. He glanced up at me from his menu. We already had ordered and eaten, he was only looking in the menu because we had run out of things to talk about.

"No," I said shortly. I looked away from him and around at all of the couples. They all seemed so happy.

"Holly, then what is the problem?" Tim asked. He put his menu down and folded his hands on the table. He was looking right at me with his baby blue eyes.

"Nothing. Just take me home," I crossed my arms over my chest. He hastily pushed his chair out from the table and began walking out, leaving me trailing behind him. I finally caught up just as he walked out of the restaurant. The only sound made on the walk to the car is the click the remote makes to unlock his Range Rover.

Usually Tim opens my door for me, but this time he goes straight to the driver's side without even thinking about opening my door. I cross my arms again and look out my window. We didn't talk, which was normal for us lately, and the only sound coming from the car was the 80's music coming from the radio which had been turned down.

Finally, Tim pulls up to my house. I contemplate getting out without saying a word but I'm tired of the silence. "Tim, what are we even doing anymore?" I say, I throw my head back on the headrest in frustration.

"I don't know, Holly. You tell me," Tim says haughtily, clearly not wanting to have this conversation.

"You don't talk to me anymore. You were looking in your menu at the restaurant just to avoid conversation," I argue.

"You were barely talking! You kept looking at everyone else except for me," Tom defends his actions.

"Maybe that's the problem," I say. I'm looking at him now but everything is becoming blurry.

"What are you saying?" Tim asks, hurt is clear in his voice.

"I'm saying, we should break up."

I couldn't bare to look at his face and I didn't want him to see me cry so I left the Range Rover quickly and ran into my house. I hadn't realized it was raining until the droplets mixed with the tears running down my face. I leaned against the doorway and watched Tim sit in front of my house for a little while, he looked lost and confused. Eventually he slowly drove off.

Tim and I had been together for nearly two years but lately things had been like a roller coaster for us. When we were up everything was great. But when we were down it was like we were on two different planets. It made me sad that we were done, I really loved him. I still do love him. Our love was undeniable but the tension between was too strong for our love to grow right now.

I slipped off the dress I was wearing, turned off my phone to avoid any calls from him, and went to bed. I didn't bother washing my makeup off, my tears did most of that for me.

***

I woke up and felt unable to move. The pain of a broken heart was too much to bear. I felt so guilty for ending my relationship with Tim last night that everything just felt numb. My plan was to stay in bead all day, I had almost succeeded, until there was a knock on my door.

I wrapped myself in my pink silk robe that Tim had bought me for Christmas. I tried to run my fingers through my hair but realized I didn't care at this point. I shuffled my feet to the front door and opened it without looking through the window to see who it was.

"Tim," I stood shocked. I couldn't believe he was here.

"Holly, listen. Baby, I'm sorry. I know things have been hard lately but I'm not ready to give up on us yet. We can't just throw away two years of love. Not that easy. Please forgive me," He begged. He was holding red roses in his hand and moved them forward towards me.

"Tim, I'm so glad you stopped by. I feel terrible. You are absolutely right, we can't just throw two years of love away. I need you in my life and I love you with all of my heart," I confessed. It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders and a breath of fresh air. He gestured the roses to me and I gladly took them.

"So, you'll take me back?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course I will," I threw my arms around him and wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscular build carried me to my bedroom where the best part of making up happened.

queen-balor I hope you liked it! Tebow is one of my favorites! 😘